At Kimberling book fair when The Gunslinger stood me up and Sunshine came out of nowhere, I met the Zombie Queen and nothing was ever the same. She bought my Manhunters series. I bought her Zombie Club series. And this is what I got. She is a local writer. Not to say she isn’t international… Continue reading The Zombie Queen
Tag: Shadow
The Big Sister
The best book I have ever read in my life was given to me as a beta read by a woman I will call The Big Sister. We are going to go a ways around in order to get to her, but I need to focus you on this woman. And the way her book… Continue reading The Big Sister
The Crystal Pistol
“You’re here for the workshop, right?” Prince said. She was a cute mom of a woman and she looked up at him and smiled. “I am.” “Then tell me about your book.” Her face lit up. “Well, I am really nervous. The agent has been ripping everyone apart.” “He is pretty brutal but that is… Continue reading The Crystal Pistol
The Roller Derby Queen
The workshop in 2008 was looming. I had fear in my gut and no idea what I was going to do. A New York agent had 50 pages of my book. A legitimate editor had fifteen, five other editors and creatives had five pages, and I had a constant panic attack moving through my system… Continue reading The Roller Derby Queen
Strawberry
When I was ten and Mumble lost his job, we hurt for a while then we started to put it back together, or so we thought. Then the corn. The deal was three dollars for a brown paper grocery bag full of as many ears of corn as you could get in the bag without… Continue reading Strawberry
Meeting Vigil
“I need your help,” I said to Rose as I walked into her house. “First, have you eaten?” “Since when?” “Sit down and eat.” My mother dropped a plate of pasta on the table and summoned me with her flapping slap. I obeyed. “What can I do for my son today?” She smoothed back my… Continue reading Meeting Vigil
Come Home Soon
She had stayed until everyone left and I was walking Bekah to her car. It was the first day we were together and she was going to her parents where she was staying for the summer. “Don’t go,” I said. “You belong here. With me.” I kissed her. It didn’t take more than that to… Continue reading Come Home Soon
Lost Confessions: Art
I read Artist’s blog last night and it really hit home to me. It was written in response to “Purpose” a blog written by Guardian many moons ago. I read it a few times and then it started to become familiar to me. As if I had read it before. I checked with Informer and… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Art
Lost Confessions: Fire
The heat is intense and dry, blowing as if from every direction. Fire is crawling and leaping. Smoke gathers to speed the destruction. It fills everything with black. It fills everything with choke and watering eyes, coughing uncontrollably. It cuts visibility and the only thing that can be seen through the black is the devouring… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Fire
Lost Confessions: Purpose
A knife was made to cut. A gun was made to shoot. I was made to protect. In the worst years of my life, when I was a boy of about six or seven, I came about as a result of training. See my father wanted a bodyguard for the only thing he loved on… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Purpose
